Research and Demonstration

Markus smiled as he saw his wife practically bounce up and down. Andrea’s fuzzy red hair and her current A cup breasts going up and down with every bounce if only slightly

“Oh its gonna be so good. Its going to be the future of our kinky shenanigans.”

“Yes yes, I’m aware.” He sipped some of his drink without paying much notice to his wife. He knew better then to bring her down when she was excited about something.

“What’s this about again?” Jeremy, the skinny adolescent who seemed to be barely 16 or so (even though he was 20)

“RnD, a.k.a. the lewd-oriented scientists that i fund to make our skinsuits are going to show off their next set of experiments today. I expect Kathy over anytime.”

“Oh right, the woman, that, eh, she’s a suit too right.” Jeremy added, half certain

“Yep. I don’t even know who’s in it, nor do i care. They’ve done well so far.”

All three of them were in a most uncommon occurrence. They were being themselves, sitting around in the big cinema room for Kathy to arrive. No skinsuits, no sex toys, not even sex, just hanging out sipping cola’s. It was a novel experience for people who’s private lives mainly resolved around sex and skinsuits. It was surprisingly fresh to do something mundane in a life of crazy.

Markus signalled Andrea to come close to as he leaned back in hr chair . ” Ooho” she perked u immedaitely.
” As ourselves dear? That’s been ages.”

“No no.” Markus pulled her into the seat alongside him and just softly and sweetly rubbed her hand. “I love you.”

“I…ehhhh…is this what normal couples do?” Andrea just stared at him, expecting him to suddenly roar at her and fuck her brains out.”

“Yes. Now be a good wife and make me and Jeremy a sandwich.”

“Normal couple things, all right” Andrea rose to her feet. “How much majo do you want on yours dear?’

“Are you going to grab a cock and cum in my food again?” The absurd statement was spoken in a dull and dry tone.

“Do you want me to?” The wicked smile on her face would perfectly fit a Disney villain.

“No, and not in Jeremy’s either!”

“Okay, fine…” As she stood up and turned around she whacked straight into Kathy.

Kathy the Fake as Markus called her was the PR representative between the billionaire and his R n D department who only came around by request or to show off the latest fashion. Markus did not know who was underneath the cute busty blonde and nor did he care much. As long as the job got done.

She straightened out her white t shirt and apologized. “I’m sorry miss Andrea, i had traffic troubles on the way and i missed where i was going and…”

Andrea glared like predator observing prey ready for devouring before she turned around and sat next to Markus with a huff.

Kathy ignored it. She knew that there was but one person who needed to be impressed today and that was their patron. She nodded at him, putting both briefcases out on a table. Sitting in front of her was the trio of Markus, Andrea and Jeremy.

The person underneath Kathy, Jack Ravenna was the only person in the R n D team that was a smooth presenter so whenever required he would hoist himself into the suit, get the job done and get out. Unlike the more…hands on members of the team who walked around as hot women or men with massive cocks or whatever. He was happy being himself, but he had to keep their only client happy.

“Thank you for letting me present our new experiments today. We have been hard at work in several fields producing results worth showing. Thank you again for your patronage.”

“I know. I know.” Markus waved rather dismissively. “You can skip the introduction, we’re still cool.”

“Right, right. ” kathy opened the first briefcase pulling out a thin looking mask with black hair attached. Of note was the thick layer of eye shadow in the colours black and purple, and expressive cheekbones. It screamed evil at anyone gazing at it.

“I need a volunteer.” The moment she pronounced the word Jeremy got up from his seat and walked over to Kathy.

“So what does this one do?”

“For the sake of this demonstration i m going to tell you to do something AFTER you put the mask on. I want you to ignore my orders.”

Jeremy raised an eyebrow as he picked up the mask and examined it. “Okay then…thats strange but i can do it.”

Gently he raised the mask over his head, letting the neck hole open wide as the expressive face lowered over his own. After a moment of readjustment it settled into place and merged with his face.

Markus spotted it. As the “evil queen” looking face became Jeremy’s his pose changed from Jeremy’s insecure to one which seemed to scream female seductress.

“What are you looking at?” Jeremy barked in a voice which had a slight British accent to it. Suddenly Jeremy was the one who seemed in charge while Kathy seemed unfazed.

“Your highness put your finger in your nose.”

Without a second of delay Jeremy huffed and put his left pointing finger in his feminine nose while looking pissed off.

“As you can see Jeremy’s personality has changed.”

“Who is this Jeremy you speak of, peasant?”

“Your highness, shut up.” Another huff but no snarky remark followed.

“He is currently a drone running a simple personality matrix we call “evil queen”. He’ll go through basic functions with ease but essentially has no own agency. She…he…responds to the keyword and then executes the command that follows it.”

Markus nodded thoughtfully while Andrea seemed ecstatic at the prospect of this.

“Can these masks identify the one wearing it?”

“Yes, sir with a bit of modification.”

“I want to be immune to all those mind altering effects.”

“Yes sir.” Kathy noted it down in her phone while Andrea now was the one huffing. “Youre no fun dear think of the things we could do with you in one of these.”

“Exactly. Make it happen Kathy.”

Another affirmative nod. “Try and command her. Use the keyword and a clear order.”

“Your highness, masturbate.” Andrea shouted out almost immediately.

(S)he scowled but pulled out Jeremy’s limp dick and began stroking it, bringing it to life.

“Stop your highness.” Markus responded. No response.

“You need to put the keyword first. Your highness stop masturbating.” She responded and shrugged, leaning back against the wall.

“Your highness, go down to the mask bunker and get yourself a female body. Also, there’s a crown and a royal getup in Andrea’s cosplay list. Return here dressed.”

“Jeremy” nodded, and with an uncaring strut more suited for a queen then skinny Jeremy (s)he walked off.

“Gimme one, gimme one.” Andrea got up and started working through the masks in the suitcase, picking out one of a round face with dark brown hair and dark red lips and expressive blue eyes. Kathy knew better then to interrupt her.

“What’s this one? Even eviller queen?”

“We’ll that is actually the…” Andrea had already pulled it on by the time she finished the sentence.

“The French maid.”

Andreas loose wild stance seemed to straighten out as she looked around for a moment before noticing a nearby popcorn kernel left over from one of the previous nights and immediately began cleaning up loose segments

“Madame, grope your own breasts.”

“Oui, oui.” She nodded with a sweet smile as she began stroking and playing with her own breasts.

“There’s a built in safety that anyone wearing these will pull it iff it is is still on for twenty-four hours.”

“Get me a second one of that, i could use them as cleanup crew sometimes . Madame, go get yourself a better looking body and get a maids outfit. And put on a nice dick too.

“D’accord mussieu.” She nodded at Markus before leaving the room.

“All right, that’s real interesting. Anything else you have to show me?”

“Yes…” Kathy lowered her panties intending to show him when he smiled slightly and said “take it all of and give me something pretty to stare at, yeah?”

Kathy nodded and quickly undressed fully letting her D cup bimbo tier breasts flop into the free air.

“We’ve put some work into tentacle designs.” With a slight moan she sprouted a realistic looking cock that lacked balls. It looked pretty normal until it extended and stretched beyond the impossible to circle around Markus.

“Don’t you dare cum on me with a tentacledick, Kathy”

“Wouldnt dream of it sir.” Markus sat back in his chair as he could see her…dick slide all over the place around him demonstrating “tittyfucking” the space between two chairs before cumming in a direction away from Markus. Kathy could not supress her moans of ecstasy as she nearly collapsed over onto her knees. “Oh God that’s sensitive.”

Without skipping a beat she retracted the tentacle inside her, to spawn 8 more that all spread out from her vagina out into all directions.

“And of course up two 8 can be used and controlled at the same time . Cathy demonstrated by turning to the side and having all 8 tentacles cum, which made her collapse over in sexual ecstasy for a short while. Afterwards she retracted.

“We also came up with an extra look for these…tentacles.” again a spurt from her vagina, splitting open wide to let a literal black snake arise from within her. The snake crawled towards Markus over the chairs with distressing speed. Markus couldn’t help but lean back in his chair for a bit. “Functionally the same, and the snakehead shape is very enjoyable we’ve tested. You can pet it.”

Markus cautiously let his hand approach the snake half expecting it to open its maw and devour his face or something. Its yellow eyes looked at him before it came close and slid under his floating hand. It opened its maw and bit him, rubber teeth not even leaving an imprint. It turned to the side and closed its maw before cumming like a normal penis would.

“And what, may i ask is the use of a python dick?”

Kathy shrugged. “You could find a isolated village and use this to pretend as if you’re a God so you can make out with all the ladies in the village with ease.”

Markus’ baffled glare literally made Kathy cringe as he looked at her as if he saw water burn.

“Excuse me, what.”

Kathy immediately withdrew the snake inside her and just decided to move on to the next demonstration rather then cringe under Markus’ glare

“No no no I’m not going to let that slide. Get that snake back here.”

Thouroughly embarrassed, Kathy let her head down. What the hell was she thinking saying that. With a slight “nnngh.” the snake emerged from within, stretching back over to her patron, and waited for whatever he wanted.

“What did you say this was for again?”

Kathy was now blushing dark red, looking away at the ground. “For, uh, pretending youre a god so you can have sex with tribals…”

Markus let out a chuckle as he noted something down into his phone. “That WOULD make for a fun roleplay indeed. Carry on, please.”

“So next up is the pregnancy suit.”

Markus perked up for a moment. “Interesting.”

“We’ve been considering how to tackle this and we went with a sort of hollow form that you can control to stimulate the baby kicking.” Kathy opened up the second case, showing off the full frontal set of big breasts and a pregnant bulge including a belly button that bulged out as well.

As she layered it on top of her own stomach Jeremy or rather the Evil queen returned in full form, now fully female wearing a fancy dark dress and high heels. She was now impressively shaped and ready to hunt down any princesses that may threaten her rule. Of note was the crown on her head, which was an actual platinum crown with an inlaid ruby. Markus had ordered a crown to be made for him, but he never considered they’d actually make a real one, nor did he care about the price tag. It had lain in dust for ages until the brainwashed Jeremy picked it up and wore it.

“Your highness, you may talk now.”

“As if i need permission from a worm like you.” She scoffed at the now highly-pregnant Kathy. “I hope it’s a miscarriage.”

“Actually, you do, and yeah, nothing about this will actually produce a child. The ethics implications of that alone are to immense to grasp.” Kathy noted. “So as you can see the personality will run on its own and take input from around it, responding to them in character.”

“Your highness. Deactivate Personality.”

“Whoah, shit.” The “queen” unwound from her iconic static pose and almost fell over in response.

“So how was it Jeremy?”

“I wasn’t myself. I remember all of it, but i was compelled…i couldn’t resist being like that and doing as you ordered.”

“As I’ve said, its full control over the wearer. We also produced a blank personality one.” Kathy leaned over, idly smushing her belly to pull out a mask without any sort of identifying features, not even male or female.

“Mmmhm.” Markus walked past the baffled Jeremy who was checking out his own body with his feminine hands. “This thing was freaky, but not unenjoyable.”

“Good, good. Come check out her pregnancy.” The Queen nodded and followed meekly behind Markus as they approached Kathy’s form. Markus put both hands on the belly, feeling it, touching it… Kathy kept her cool as she just let it happen, hoping he didn’t require a physical demonstration.

“So this is the breasts and the belly right.” Markus could feel small shocks in the belly. “Yes, sir, and these shocks are things i choose to activate myself. Technically there’s no limit to what you can cause.” The rhythm and speed of the “kicks” increased until her belly basically vibrated, setting Kathy off down below as her breasts began to lactate and her vagina began to ready itself for penetration “mmmm…we put that in there for Andrea.” She disabled it and recomposed herself.

“Can I have that?” Jeremy lowered the fancy dress she was wearing, further breaking character, as her C cup breasts with hard nipples sprung free.

“Oh yeah, sure.” Kathy began tugging at her breasts with two hands, and soon they came loose, revealing her smaller pair. As she tugged more her pregnant belly suddenly came loose like pulling a sticker off a surface.

With a slap she slammed the sticker on the hourglass belly of Jeremy, with two expert strokes of her hand putting it all in place. As she pulled back, the evil queen was now pregnant with the next generation of evil.

“I like this, it feels great.”

“There was one more feature i wanted to show off.” Kathy got on her knees and fisted Jeremy’s feminine form with what amounted to one punch. Jeremy himself was beside himself with pleasure as Kathy let her hand go around her insides.

“Her vagina now connects to the empty pouch in the middle that keeps its form no matter what is in it. So you could use this to store items provided they aren’t too big. It actually provides a decent amount of personal storage too. She poked the inside of “Queen Jeremy’s pregnant belly to show off a slight bump in her skin. Then she grabbed her hand around something and pulled it out, her arm covered in fluids. Another yank and Jeremy practically came right then and there.

“The semi-final item of the day is this.”

“I ‘ave returned, master.” The maid had returned in a stereotypical maid outfit. Her short black hair looking very rigid and flat while her eyes were as sparkly as ever. She had a warm smile on her face as she bowed at Markus.

“Madame, Deactivate Personality.”

“Oh WOW! i love it! It’s like, it’s like…mental bondage! Being locked inside someone else, forced to whatever you’re ordered to…” The properly dressed maid began rubbing herself down below.

“Put me back into the maid, lock me up, and abuse me, Markus.”

“Hold on, watch the demonstration first, there’s still more to come.”

“Oh something’s going to come all right.” Andrea tugged at her face, pulling it off for the moment as she slipped out of the maid costume, leaving both behind in a pile on the floor.

“So what’s next?”

Katy opened her hand to reveal something. It looked like a…muffled, dry ballsack at best. As she placed it on her crotch, all three could see it unravel and extend forward into a massive horsecock, ready to go.

“We’ve worked on this for a while but it’s finally done. Identical…whoa…” Kathy stared off as Andrea had already broken down in front of the temptation as she had in one stroke (pun intended) gotten to her feet and giving Kathy an immediate blowjob.

“I, eh…whoa…” Kathy couldn’t quite form words as the expert down below was going at it so hard that Kathy had lost most of her senses. With smooth sensual strokes along the sides of her legs and a gentle pressure on her anus Andrea had compelely enveloped the thick horsecock, going for full use of it’s impressive length, taking it all in. Markus stared in amusment at Kathy going practically cross-eyed, standing by to catch her if she lost her stance. With a teasing look up Andrea increased pace with the sucking and the stroking, quickly sending Kathy over the edge.

“Oh yes, yes, yes! hoooollyy…holy…” Andrea took it all in effortlessly as she continued for a bit to clean up. She pulled out, before gently licking all along the impressive girth and length untill ti was truely clean.

“Thank you, ma’am.” That was all that Kathy can mutter. As the feeling passed the cock seemed to crawl back into its shell.

“I dont really see the use for just a horse cock. It’s basically the same, just with different flavor.”

“Yeah…eh, well.” Kathy pulled off the compacted cock and picked something up from the briefcase.

“We made the whole thing.”

Markus froze while Andrea was giddy with joy, practically bouncing in place

“YOU BUILT A HORSE SUIT! A FUNCTIONING HORSE SUIT! MARKUS FUCK ME RIGHT NOW WHEN I GET IN!”

She pulled the suit from Kathy’s hand who just stood there, sitting down in one of the chair as the smooth, clean (if kinky ) presentation was taken away from her and she was reduced to a viewer in the orgies of crazy rich people that happened to be paying her paycheck.

Andrea laid out the costume since it was pretty big. It was a beautiful horse with a black mane and a fierce brown body. Its legs were muscular and Andrea noted it was a male denoted by the thick cock down below

“No.” Markus slammed his foot down. “No beastiality, Andrea, none.”

“What’s your problem with beastality, dear?” Andrea laid the suit out wide

“It’s abusing and terrifying a simple and kind creature that can’t consent to it at all. It’s rape, animal flavored rape.”

“And this animal, isn’t an animal, its me as an animal. I can consent to this with ease. Fuck me, Markus.”

Kathy stared on, jaw agape. She knew, she knew that this was what they used these high tech devices for, but to see them just go at it while she was still there…

“No, I don’t fuck horses. Or animals.”

“It’s not rape if it’s consented to. It’s not beastiality if it’s consented to. You’re just being small minded, as usual.”

“Small minded! I am not small minded, you’re just…expecting me just go along with beastiality? WHAT’S NEXT, NECROPHELIA?”

The aroused look on Andreas face made Markus facepalm and just exclaim a flat “No.”

“Face it. It’s not beastiality. I consent to it. Now man up and do me already.”

The pouting look on his face and the crossing of his arms revealed to Andrea that she had already won. With a taunting look on her face she went for her victory lap unfolding the suit further on it’s side.

“Oh, sir, i should mention that we also came up with a series of genitals that can switch between female and male with a mere thought rather then pulling out your erection from behind your folds.” Kathy stated rather dry as she glared at Andrea marveling at the suit.

“Time to go in the kinkiest way possible!” Andrea put the deflated horsecock in her mouth to make it wet, before pulling the cockhole open wide and slamming her face inside it. It looked comical as Andrea spread the cock open wide and crawled inside it. She lay down, pressing further inside it as it looked more like a snake devouring its prey then a horsecock. Now her hands were in and she was pulling herself though, sliding slowly forward inside it to the baffled viewers untill her head reached the horses crotch, her feet now slipping inside. Life was breathed into the horse as it started filling out as Andrea was now fully inside of it, the cock slowly retracting into its normal size as the horse opened its eyes.

Slowly and cautiously it rose to it’s feet, unsure how to walk or move. It let out a breezy huff and looked at Markus. It motioned at it’s rear as it got close to him, poking him with its nose and going in for a lick.

Markus glared, then unzipped his pants with a deep sigh.

“The things i do for my wife.” The horse licked him again with a devious look in his eye.